It was supposed to start with a friend. A friend with benefits. I was in a marriage without passion or vitality and it was eating me up inside. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my husband. He was sweet and kind…a gentle giant. But he was never able to grow beyond the parameters of his preconceived notions about sex. Sometimes I felt like I was married to a manchild. It was only in the first flush of our marriage that we ever came close to hot and heavy love making.